Thursday, February 19, 2015

Rwanda's Solar Energy Field

Rwanda just unveiled its first solar energy field which will be used to generate electricity. It is also the first in East Africa. Impressive achievement Rwanda. And Rwand’air which has been operating for just under a year in Cameroon has done a good job in racking up passengers and rendering great service. I showed the pic of the solar field to the Douala Airport Station manager of Rwand’air Mr. Bonfils and he was very pleased. He told me he left Rwanda when the project was just in its early stages. I wish my country could follow the lead and launch magnificent technological projects like this.

Meeting people from all over the world

Sometime ago I met an English man on South African airways. His well terraced grey hair and pruned beards looked impressive. And he also looked remarkably familiar. I didn’t know him anyway but he looked like…
“Sir, you look like Wolf Blitzer!” I observed.
The man burst into laughter and asked,
“Who is Wolf Blitzer?”
“You don’t know him?”
“I don’t know him.” In my mind I was like, “then why are you laughing? How come you find humour in something you don’t know? Or is it the way I said it?
“He is a journalist for CNN.”
“I don’t watch CNN.”
“I am British.”
“Oh! So only BBC right?”
“Yes.” I wondered if it’s anti-Americanism or nationalist feelings as he went away.

Still on South African, I met someone I couldn’t quite guess where he was from. When I looked at his passport, I saw “The Republic of Mauritius” there. So I said,
“Sir you look more like a person from Sri Lanka.”
“My ancestors come from India!”
“Okay, so how beautiful is Mauritius” (for I know about their oceans). The man took a deep breath and gave me his punch line, 
“Mark Twain said Mauritius was created first, then paradise.” I laughed.

So one advantage of my job is that I meet people from all over the world. I made a Jordanian friend, Hamzeh N Alkour, a Cameroonian/French/Lebanese girl Maha Lamo, Polish friend Kinga Stukowlska. Met Australians, Argentines, Costa Rican family (one of the kids identified himself as American), Vietnamese, Bangladeshis, Sri Lankan, Eritrean, Mexicans, Cape Verdeans, Mozambicans, Tanzanians, Angolans and many of the “regular” countries in the world like USA, France, Germany, Canada, China, India etc.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Review of "The Golden Baobab Tree" by Kenneth Fomenky

The Golden Baobab Tree (Rating: 4/4) – January 27 2015

Review by Kenneth Fomenky.

To write for children is to write for posterity. When a writer takes upon himself the task of writing for children, and does so with aplomb, the result can be the spark that most children need in order to fall in love with books. Nkiacha Atemnkeng sets out to teach children a simple lesson, but it is a timely lesson, particularly for children in Cameroon, where African languages are dying a slow and painful death. The lesson is for children to learn their mother tongue. This reviewer, though not a child, would do well to heed that lesson.

In The Golden Baobab Tree, Mr. Atemnkeng seeks to infuse 21st century realities with traditional realities, and he does; he wants us to care about our lingua franca, and we do. He wants us to know that our local languages are useful even thousands of miles away from home. But in advocating for the continued use of our traditional African languages, Mr. Atemnkeng’s work fails to insist on the need to read and write, and leans towards the undying art of oral story telling.

This is not a fault of the book; it is a fault of our mostly unwritten languages. In a fast-paced world, our languages will be increasingly difficult to retain. Because language transmits culture, our cultures and traditions will continually combat against the relentless force of time. We must learn foreign tongues to access education and employment. We must learn foreign tongues to find a place in 21st century earth. For the children in The Golden Baobab Tree, the tale presents less sinister dangers, and more recognizable foes. But for the readers, and I suspect, for Mr. Atemnkeng, the message in the book is one that questions the place of African culture today.

Should our schools teach our local languages? Should our governments promote the preservation of those languages? Most would answer those questions in the affirmative because of a natural human yearning for preservation, rather than destruction. Nevertheless, by enforcing school learning and government promotion, would our languages not become mere artefacts in the endless museums that will rise and rise as this century progresses?

By asking our readers to learn their local languages, Mr. Atemnkeng is bypassing these concerns and striking at the heart of learning: family. It seems then that the writer is asking parents and guardians to protect what is left of Africa’s languages. It appears that Mr. Atemnkeng, by asking children to care, is truly only urging those who, like me, can neither understand nor speak an African language to learn one.

Mr. Atemnkeng achieved that goal because his writing style is simple and clear. He succeeds in making me care because he allows the story to proceed quickly and effortlessly. It is a testament to his writing that my 3 year old son, a boy who began reading 8 months ago, picked up the book and could immediately read the first few lines with ease. Unfortunately, the longer African languages remain unwritten, the harder it will be for a new generation of Africans to learn and protect their languages. Perhaps Mr. Atemnkeng will fix this problem by writing his next book entirely in his lingua franca.

Bio: Kenneth Fomenky is a prolific reader and an aspiring writer who lives in Texas, USA. He is a practicing attorney and an amateur historian. When he is not reading on history or politics, he enjoys reading fiction.